Love Killer

Bob's worry is not unreasonable, it's not that Feng Zhannuo didn't think about it, "I have my reasons for doing it in front of him."

Facing Bob's worries, he didn't show any regret for his actions, and took a sip of wine leisurely, "He knows what kind of person I am, no matter what the purpose is, he let me leave in front of him, Then he takes a risk on his own decision."

Bob sees his smile across the way, that creepy smile, and then Bob doesn't say anything else.

Maybe his worries are unnecessary, maybe Ghost was born without emotion, or his feelings are weaker than anyone else's, he is born to be a killer, and he doesn't need anyone to worry about him.

But what is the real situation? Behind Feng Zhannuo's smile, no one can see his current thoughts.

The swivel chair turned half a circle beautifully, and his back was like a ghost against the rain and fog outside the window. Old Bob wanted to remind him again that once a killer fell in love with someone, the ending would probably be bad, but he was afraid of doing so. Saying it would backfire.

He had said it once before, but what happened?Looking at it now, Ian must have noticed it himself...

Feeling distressed, while Feng Zhannuo was not paying attention, Bob took the wine bottle from the table and was about to pour himself a glass. Pop, there was only a piece of glass left in his hand, and the swivel seat had turned around. Feng Zhan The muzzle of the gun in Nuo's hand was still smoking.

"What did I say, Bob?" He half-closed his eyes, looking like some kind of cunning but bloodthirsty animal.

Bob looked at the broken glass in his hand, then at the floor, the fragrant brandy seeped into the carpet, it was a pity, "Ian—"

"Shut up, Bob." Knowing what he was going to say, Feng Zhannuo didn't intend to let him talk nonsense, "I'm going to rest."

This sentence is driving people away, Bob is here to collect money, and he has no reason to stay any longer, "Okay, I'm leaving, you rest, anyway, you should know what I have to say..."

No one answered him, this room seemed to be empty of anyone, and it lost its human breath. The seat with its back facing was parked in front of the window, and the sound of rain outside the window was beating on the glass. There was no room with lights on. It seemed to be dark in a short time, leaving only a figure sitting in front of the window still in Bob's sight.

Bob used to wonder how killers spend their time when they are alone, and then he learned that some people take drugs, some people like music, but he never knew what Ian would do, what hobbies, there were only some gymnasiums in the room Equipment, simple food, when he leaves, the place will soon regain its deathly tranquility.

Loneliness is such a luxury that killers cannot afford it.Old Bob suddenly remembered what a certain killer named Grann said before.

Just as he was recalling, a voice suddenly sounded from the window, "Didn't you say that people like us don't care about feelings, and whoever loves them will die?"

This sentence was said by Bob, and now he is standing at the door in a daze, like a child whose father is worried about going out for camping, Bob became annoyed, "Hey, boy, I'm worried that the FBI will trouble me—"

"Bob, do you think people can really be ruthless?" This sentence interrupted Bob's prepared explanation, a question full of irony, this time it was Bob's turn to be silent.

This is an eternal subject. If a person can cut off his own feelings, he can no longer be called a human being. No matter how ruthless a person is, he has his own weaknesses. Even though Bob told him this, he also knew that it was only relative. In terms of life, try not to invest in any emotions, so that you can live a long time.

"People can't be ruthless, but they can restrain their emotions." The figure with his back turned, the meaning of the words coming from that direction was inexplicable.

Bob couldn't help looking in that direction, meaningfully, "Do you have any emotions that you need to restrain?"

He was answered by a burst of laughter, "Bob, I just said that people must learn to restrain themselves. If one day a certain feeling brings trouble to oneself, it means that it is time to end it."

restraint.Old Bob nodded when he heard this, seeing how stupid he is, that’s right, it’s not so much that the ghost is more ruthless than anyone else, it’s better to say that he knows how to restrain himself better than everyone else, normal people would regard this as a painful thing , but for this young man, it may be a kind of enjoyment and a kind of achievement.

Control the scale well, this is the secret of doing this business.Everything is within the corresponding scale, you know what you want to do at all times, and you are always awake. No matter how affectionate and elegant you are, that is just the surface, the soul of the killer hidden in the depths, always be vigilant.

But when a person lives like this, what's the point?

Bob has considered this question when he was the middleman. Is a person who is alive like this really alive? Will those killers who missed and died in the action mission feel relieved when facing death?

And these people who have not been liberated are still in this world.

Ian, this ghost is frightening and makes people tremble, but Bob looked at the back in front of the window at this time, and there was pity in his eyes.

At the same time, he was also afraid of this young man, a man who could end the things he cared about with his own hands, should be feared.

Bob left quietly.

Feng Zhannuo was still sitting in front of the window. The weather was the same as when he first met the FBI. It rained suddenly without warning, just like him and Feston Al Qaeda.

It's not that he doesn't know that he is different to that FBI, but this change is still under his control, although it is indeed a bit dangerous, so he plans to leave Chicago temporarily, the ST team should not move for a short time, and he can go Rest somewhere else for a while, maybe take a few more foreign commissions.

With this plan in mind, he closed his eyes, the rhythm of the rain outside the window beating on the glass was like a melody, humming the tune in his heart, the fingertips gliding in mid-air jumped smoothly, and the part missing the fingerprint suddenly became inexplicably hot , he stopped, thinking of someone's lips.

From his lips to other parts, the heat of his body began to rise. He took a deep breath, stood up and began to do physical training. At that time, he should not have rejected Mrs. Marbury’s proposal. He should find someone another day, maybe A man similar to Feston.

The tense emotions need to be relieved. It is the desire of the man who is about to meet. A few days later, Feng Zhannuo packed his luggage. Before leaving Chicago, he planned to go to a familiar bar. If he was lucky, maybe he would get what he wants.

The Red Lips, it's not the best bar in the city, and it's far from the fanciest.

It's not cheap, it's nothing more special, just like the hundreds of other mid-range bars, it's a place where many people in the neighborhood relax and have fun, with drinks, men and women, and a bit of flirty music , Occasionally there will be hot singing and dancing, people hold their own wine glasses, and the sound of conversation becomes embellishment in the music.

When Feng Zhannuo came here, he didn't attract too many people's attention. First, the light was very dim, and second, his attire was not outstanding. Just like many people who came here, he wore a simple casual suit with his shirt a little loose. With a button-down and loose short hair, he quietly blended into the crowd, ordered a glass of tequila, and sat down in a corner suitable for observation.

The sofa in pink and violet tones turns into a more charming color under the blue-purple light. As soon as Feng Zhannuo sat down, people around him noticed him. He is a tall and straight man with outstanding appearance, and he will never lack women They gave them caring eyes, but they weren't his target tonight, so he just smiled.

Soon, the eyes of the prey locked on the target, and he saw a figure with his back facing him. The lines of the buttocks were very attractive to him, and it was even conceivable that the tightness was comparable to that of the FBI, no matter how tall he was. How about it, at least this figure has aroused his interest.

There were a few people around the man, maybe colleagues, and they talked for a while, he turned around, Feng Zhannuo stood up and was about to go up, when his footsteps suddenly stopped, damn it, it wasn’t some kind of prey like Feston, that People are Feston!

Why is Feston Al Qaeda here? The answer is obvious. You can understand by looking at the people around him. He is here to investigate clues. Derek and Jonathan are there, as well as the little Hans. Attractive, they quickly spread out into action.

Lilith used to work as a dancer here, the FBI investigated this bar to find out her relationship with Adam Williams, and also to investigate the identity of the ghost, usually it would be safer, Adam's case is closed , but the missing ledger brought the ST team back here.